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I slept in India and woke up in the United States of America when I woke up I couldn't understand where I am first of all. I was in an apartment and when I looked outside the windows there were huge buildings out there this gave me an idea that it is not idea but some other country. I went out and saw people of different race and culture, I asked some people that what place is this, at first they got surprised and thought of me as someone who is not in his senses, finally someone answered me that it's New York. I went in the shock because I slept at my home in India in Chennai and I just couldn't understand what was happening with me.
I went back to the apartment where I woke up but it was locked that made me even more worried because I didn't know where I was and now I didn't know where I am going to stay and above all, I couldn't find someone from my country and my culture and this was the first time I was in this country I had to no phone and no money.
I sat on the roadside and waited for someone to talk to me and ask me if I need help because clearly when I asked people they were too reluctant to help me. Finally, I met one desi or someone who was from my culture, I talked to him in my language he told me that its year 2020. This made me even more upset, now I have another thing to think on, maybe I time traveled or maybe I have lost it all. I was missing my family and everyone I knew back in India. I tried to call back home with the help of the person I just met, but no one picked up the phone. I lost all the hope and I seriously didn't know what to do and how to find the truth, in this struggle, the day turned into night and I slept again, but when I woke up I was back in India in my very own room and I realized that I was dreaming. This made me laugh and also made me realize that how scary it is to not find answers to the questions you have sometimes. I went and hugged my mother and thanked God it was just a dream but I am glad I roamed the streets of New York without cost.
I went back to the apartment where I woke up but it was locked that made me even more worried because I didn't know where I was and now I didn't know where I am going to stay and above all, I couldn't find someone from my country and my culture and this was the first time I was in this country I had to no phone and no money.
I sat on the roadside and waited for someone to talk to me and ask me if I need help because clearly when I asked people they were too reluctant to help me. Finally, I met one desi or someone who was from my culture, I talked to him in my language he told me that its year 2020. This made me even more upset, now I have another thing to think on, maybe I time traveled or maybe I have lost it all. I was missing my family and everyone I knew back in India. I tried to call back home with the help of the person I just met, but no one picked up the phone. I lost all the hope and I seriously didn't know what to do and how to find the truth, in this struggle, the day turned into night and I slept again, but when I woke up I was back in India in my very own room and I realized that I was dreaming. This made me laugh and also made me realize that how scary it is to not find answers to the questions you have sometimes. I went and hugged my mother and thanked God it was just a dream but I am glad I roamed the streets of New York without cost.
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I Slept in India and Woke Up...
It was almost dusk when I returned from my school as I went to bring notes after school from a friend of mine. My parents were ready with their luggage to leave for Canada. I saw them off and since I was feeling quite listless, I went straight to bed without having my supper. I can't recall when I dozed off but when I opened my eyes I found myself in a spacious hall with bunker beds and I was on one of them. I had difficulty in moving my head and as I turned side I felt everything was zooming out into nothing. My parched throat, burning eyes and aching head almost choked my voice and I couldn't utter a word.
All I could make out was silhouette of a long white robe in front of me. I could feel somebody pouring water drop by drop in my mouth and slowly I regained my senses. There were around fifteen children of my age and most of them looked pale and underfed. I realized I had been kidnapped and in my unconscious state I was transported elsewhere, could not guess where. After the man in white robe went away I understood from the conversation of boys beside my bed that they were made to join the camel race which they detested. As soon as I heard 'camel race' the names of some countries revolved before my eyes and I could be in one of them. Before I could muster courage to start a conversation with the boys, there came a a white woman with four cops.
Later everything became clear to me that the lady was a human rights activist and she, after her investigations, had come to free us. I was sent to Indian embassy from where they contacted my grandmother in India and I was escorted by the white woman back home.
Whenever I am reminded of that dreadful hall, white robe and miserable boys on bunker beds I get goose bumps and I try to close my eyes to shut the idea like an unpleasant nightmare.
It was almost dusk when I returned from my school as I went to bring notes after school from a friend of mine. My parents were ready with their luggage to leave for Canada. I saw them off and since I was feeling quite listless, I went straight to bed without having my supper. I can't recall when I dozed off but when I opened my eyes I found myself in a spacious hall with bunker beds and I was on one of them. I had difficulty in moving my head and as I turned side I felt everything was zooming out into nothing. My parched throat, burning eyes and aching head almost choked my voice and I couldn't utter a word.
All I could make out was silhouette of a long white robe in front of me. I could feel somebody pouring water drop by drop in my mouth and slowly I regained my senses. There were around fifteen children of my age and most of them looked pale and underfed. I realized I had been kidnapped and in my unconscious state I was transported elsewhere, could not guess where. After the man in white robe went away I understood from the conversation of boys beside my bed that they were made to join the camel race which they detested. As soon as I heard 'camel race' the names of some countries revolved before my eyes and I could be in one of them. Before I could muster courage to start a conversation with the boys, there came a a white woman with four cops.
Later everything became clear to me that the lady was a human rights activist and she, after her investigations, had come to free us. I was sent to Indian embassy from where they contacted my grandmother in India and I was escorted by the white woman back home.
Whenever I am reminded of that dreadful hall, white robe and miserable boys on bunker beds I get goose bumps and I try to close my eyes to shut the idea like an unpleasant nightmare.
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